CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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Even so, Quinn found himself in a predicament he had never experienced before.

During his time living in Greece, Quinn was no longer the weak and unassuming figure he had been in Britannia, rarely engaging in battle. Now, as a powerful man who had single-handedly crushed the Thracian region and was known as "Kratos" by the Thracians, Quinn was confident that if he returned to Britannia, he could suppress all the other members of the Round Table except Lancelot with his personal strength, without using any magical artifacts.

Now he wields the True World, a demonic sword that symbolizes the noble power of the Moon King in the Type-Moon universe. This sword is enough for him to slay any monster on the Greek continent and also gives him the ability to kill Sephalus. Logically speaking, this should have been an evenly matched battle.

But this is precisely where the predicament comes from. Quinn is used to meticulously planning everything before a battle, trying to gain as many advantages as possible to help him win, so that he can crush his opponents. This is the standard way of information warfare and the most efficient tactic.

The only flaw in this tactic is that it will lead to a stalemate when the enemy is so strong that even if Quinn has all the advantages, he can only barely match them.

The battle between you and Sefaru has reached a stalemate. This grueling fight, which has lasted for hours, has allowed you to become familiar with Sefaru's fighting style. Like a Souls-like player who has memorized the boss's moves, you constantly dodge Sefaru's attacks and seize every opportunity to leave your mark.

[However, this mark is not fatal to the giant Sephalu. You need an opportunity to plunge the True World into the giant's chest cavity, allowing the power of the Demon Sword to explode directly within Sephalu's body. You know the True World possesses such power; you understood its purpose the moment you grasped this Demon Sword. It is just like the most common holy sword in the Type-Moon world; it can unleash an incredibly powerful beam of light simply by infusing it with magic power.]

[But this is not the true way to use it in the real world. Only in the hands of the Moon King can this demonic sword be fully unleashed. For you, the best way to use it is to compress the light cannon, just like Lancelot's signature move.]

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[Sefallu clearly understood this as well. Her true form had been sealed on the moon for many years, and she was already familiar with her old adversary's weapons and abilities. What she feared was the unreasonable and pure destructive power of the Star-Forged Holy Sword. Now, without the Star-Forged Holy Sword, she only needed to be wary of you attacking its core.]

You are like two wild beasts with vastly different styles, both dangerous hunters. One constantly probes, searching for an opportunity to strike its prey deadly, while the other fiercely protects its weak points, trying every means to inflict sufficient damage on the enemy. Generally speaking, the outcome will be decided by the one who runs out of energy first, but that's precisely the problem.

Both you and Sefalu possess inexhaustible stamina. Perhaps the true ether surging within you both will eventually come to an end, but not now.

After this long and arduous battle, the intensity of the fight escalated once again. Sephalus was no longer content with simply tearing you apart, and you noticed that Sephalus's body was gradually becoming harder to harm. Clearly, some of the spirit soldiers had left the Underworld and begun fighting against the legion you had placed at the entrance to the Underworld. A small portion of these soldiers successfully reached the Greek mainland and provided Sephalus with nourishment from "civilization."

You know that we can no longer afford to play it safe and delay; you must make a decision as soon as possible.

As your thoughts began to form, you heard that familiar sigh from Mordred once more. Before you could even form a coherent idea, the shadowy figures of the round table surrounding you sprang into action. Led by Mordred and Gawain, massive amounts of True Aether began to gather on the two holy swords, while your other offspring once again employed their tricks, attempting to bind Sepharu. They were creating an opportunity for you to kill Sepharu.

[You did not disappoint the expectations of your offspring's shadow, actively attacking Sefaru's ankle to help them complete their plan. But this time, Sefaru anticipated this. She completely ignored the threat of the two holy sword shadows and took the opportunity to pounce on you as you approached. The huge shadow instantly enveloped you. Although the light emitted by the two holy swords collided with Sefaru's body, it pushed her away with force.]

At this moment, you realize that this might also be an opportunity.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Quinn lifted the True World high and lunged down, trying to grab his Sephalu with both hands. He completely ignored the damage Sephalu's attack would cause him, focusing all his attention on one thing.

The real world is delivered into the heart of the Star Guardian.

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You win.

[The moment the True World pierced through Sephalus's chest, the lunar essence accumulated within the Demon Sword for hundreds of thousands of years exploded completely within the Star Vanguard's body due to your imitation of Lancelot's swordsmanship. This power destroyed all communication within that enormous body, severing the connection between the moon and Earth. Without continuous information transmission, Sephalus no longer had the strength to sustain her body. Her massive form turned to ashes and drifted with the updrafts towards the underworld, towards the mortal realm, announcing the end of this battle to everyone in the world.]

The constant pop-ups from the simulator flashed before Quinn's eyes. Even with his eyes closed, he could see them in the darkness, like a global announcement after defeating a world boss. In the past, he would have definitely shown off in a grand manner and enjoyed the admiration of the masses.

But he was so exhausted that all he wanted to do was sleep. This was a physiological phenomenon caused by severe bleeding. Taking the impact of Safalu's massive blow head-on was too much for him. He had multiple comminuted fractures in his bones, and his internal organs were mangled to pieces due to the impact...

I'm practically a dead man now.

Even without going to the hospital for a checkup, Quinn could easily reach this conclusion after performing a self-examination using magic.

Hercules's nature is indeed formidable.

Lying on the scorching earth, Quinn still had the leisure to sigh. After all, if it weren't for Hercules, he would probably have turned into Quinn sauce by now, the kind that could be taken to the kitchen and made into mince patties. But he managed to withstand Sephalu's attack and seized the opportunity to use Sephalu's own mass to send the True World into the core of that Planetary Vanguard.

After all these years, I've finally become awesome. Who knows the value of killing a Star Guardian without dying?

You won, but Safalou didn't lose either.

?

Quinn, who was still basking in the joy of victory, suddenly sat up in shock, and stood up on the spot. With that movement, he understood what the pop-up message meant.

Among the scattered ashes, a blue cube was embedded in his chest. Mechanical-like pipes were tightly intertwined with his flesh and blood, having become one with him. Quinn was pale. He had not discovered this thing when he performed a self-examination with magic. In other words, for his body, this thing that should not have appeared had been identified as part of his flesh and blood by his immune system.

As your body was destroyed, the Star Guardian buried a part of herself into your body. You and Sephalu are now connected by blood and flesh, completing the exchange of spirit and body. She planted a seed within you, which will continuously absorb your life force and give birth to a new individual.

Yes, you've been infected.

Who taught you this word?!

Quinn wanted to curse, but he felt more of a chill and helplessness. He had finally managed to pursue a perfect, happy simulation, but it all ended up backfiring. Perhaps this was just the fate of a simulator protagonist.

The complex emotions in his heart eventually turned into calm, and Quinn couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He had won after all, not only defeating the Star Warriors, but also the Greek gods; fate had submitted to him.

You accepted the fact that your days were numbered. For you, defeating Sephalu and proving to the gods that humanity could survive even without them was the greatest gain of this journey. After gathering your thoughts, you departed with the heroes who had followed you.

The battle between Hercules and Hades also ceased with your return. You saw Hades's incredulous face, bewildered by your victory over Sephalus, but at this moment, you had no desire to communicate with him anymore. You didn't have much time left and didn't want to waste any more time on gods who couldn't understand humanity.

After leaving the Underworld, you disbanded the coalition of Greek nations and returned to Rome with your disciples and army. You were highly revered by the Romans for defeating the Titans, whom even the gods considered their greatest enemy. The Romans no longer regarded you as a human being like them, but as a god walking on the earth.

Your statue was erected in the Pantheon by Roman artisans, alongside Jupiter, but you no longer care.

In the time that followed, you devoted yourself entirely to your family, spending your days flitting between Medusa, Jupiter, and Atalanta, making up for the affection you had never been able to fully bestow upon them. These women became aware of your unusual behavior, and you made no attempt to hide it, confessing your impending death.

Your confession silenced everyone. Atalanta couldn't accept this ending, so she left Rome again, determined to find a treasure that could help you get rid of the Star Guardians' parasitic possession. Medusa, on the other hand, accepted everything and tried her best to stay by your side. As for Jupiter...

[Your doll is the most complex; she exhibits both the reluctance of Atalanta to accept your impending death and the constant companionship of Medusa, attempting to stay by your side until your passing.]

You are relieved that you don't want to see those closely connected to you struggling because of your death. After all, for you, death is not the end of your journey. But you also can't tell them this, because you don't know whether giving them hope would be good or bad for them.

And so, you spent three long years peacefully and happily, until you noticed...

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After realizing that the parasite that Sephalus left on you was becoming increasingly active, you finally returned to the Pantheon.

[You plan to do one last thing—fulfill the commission the God-King once gave you, and present the God-King with a gift that will make all the gods envious and jealous.]

You offered yourself, the stability of Greece, and a farewell to humanity to the King of Gods.

You have fulfilled your mission; your life in Greece has come to an end.

[This game has ended. We are now calculating your final outcome...]

[Congratulations, dear player, your scenario settlement is complete. Scenario evaluation is being generated. The evaluation for this scenario is: Origins of Esoteric Buddhism: Romagna of the Almighty God]

……

Quinn opened his eyes again, and the familiar ceiling came into view once more. He shook his head, got out of the warm bed, and closed the simulator interface that appeared in front of him.

The sea breeze blowing from the Mediterranean entered the hotel where he was sleeping, and the warmth on his face made Quinn feel a little like he was in another world. It wasn't until a few minutes later, when a phone call came into Quinn's hand, that he was barely awakened from his daze. He looked at his phone and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Gawain? Is something the matter?"

“It’s me, Kenneth.”

Chapter 158 I've come to collect my debt from you.

Kenneth?

Quinn glanced at the number that had called his phone. It was indeed one he had prepared specifically for Gawain. After all, while Kenneth's attitude towards new electronic devices wasn't exactly hostile, he was unlikely to use them. Therefore, before Kenneth and Gawain set off for Fuyuki, he had specially provided his eldest son with a cell phone so that he could stay informed about the development of the Holy Grail War.

Now that his cheap teacher is actually taking the initiative to contact him using Gawain's phone, it means that the Holy Grail War is developing beyond his control.

Realizing the dramatic change in the situation in Japan, Quinn didn't have time to continue reminiscing about his experiences in the simulation. He glanced at the results screen in the simulator pop-up and saw Jupiter holding a scepter, sitting on his former throne. Medusa, in her serpent form, stood steadily behind Jupiter, while Atalanta and Heracles flanked him as guards. After confirming that his old friends were all safe and sound and that no one had fallen behind, he completely put the simulator behind him.

"Teacher, what happened?"

"The Holy Grail War is over." Kenneth's voice shut down Quinn's brain. "Come to Fuyuki and help me handle the aftermath. I'm tired and want to get back to the Clock Tower as soon as possible."

The Holy Grail War is over? No, it's only been a few days?

Quinn stared in disbelief at his phone screen. The date displayed was still the day he had just arrived in Greece. The mechanism that caused the main time to stop when the simulator started was still working, but according to the time difference, the time it took for Kenneth to arrive in Japan and begin preparing the magic field had been deducted...

The Holy Grail War has only been going on for a day! Damn, Kenneth has already started? Gawain cleared the map immediately?

"You... you won already?" Quinn asked tentatively. "I thought the Holy Grail War would last for several days."

"No, I lost. The winner is Caster's Master. I only survived thanks to Gawain."

Quinn then realized that Kenneth's tone had been tinged with intense fatigue from the very beginning, and the arrogance in his chest had completely vanished, leaving him like a roadside ditch with its spine broken.

"Where's Gawain?" Quinn instinctively asked about the safety of his eldest son.

"He's still alive, but he's not in good condition. He seems to know Caster, which is why he was spared. I survived because of him. I never imagined that the Holy Grail created by the Einzbern family could summon something like Caster. When I get back, I'll have to have the Clock Tower pay special attention to the Holy Grail War."

The Caster who knew Gawain? Morgan?

Upon hearing Kenneth's account, Quinn instinctively thought of his beloved wife, but this thought was fleeting and quickly dismissed. He reasoned that if the summoned Caster was Morgan, neither the one from pan-human history nor the one he knew would have ended the Holy Grail War so quickly.

"I understand, I'm coming right now."

After a moment of contemplation, Quinn decided to give up thinking. Whatever happened in this Holy Grail War, he would know when he arrived in Fuyuki. He was no longer the same person he was before the Holy Grail War began. If the Counter Force really wanted to attack him, he would have the strength to fight back. There was no need for him to act so reluctantly anymore.

However, after he said this, Kenneth was silent for a few seconds before replying with something that seemed rather nonsensical: "Actually, you don't have to come so quickly. You're in Greece right now, right? You can spend a day or two there first."

what?

What are you stirring up now? Didn't you ask me to go to Japan?

Before Quinn could even react, all he could hear was the beeping sound. Looking at the phone that Kenneth had hung up on, Quinn was completely bewildered. This was the first time this had ever happened. In his memory, Kenneth wasn't someone who was particularly considerate of students.

All these abnormalities indicate that the situation in Fuyuki City is completely out of control. After a moment's thought, Quinn immediately booked the next available flight. Logically and emotionally, he couldn't possibly stay in Greece for a few more days as Kenneth had suggested.

then……

Quinn regretted it.

As Quinn boarded the next flight to Japan and stepped out of Fuyuki Airport, the sight of gold immediately made him understand the meaning behind Kenneth's words.

I should have stayed in Greece longer before coming here to die.

Looking at the crowd that had come to pick him up, Quinn's face was as cold as ice, his heart filled with the feeling of going to his death. Gawain and Kenneth, who had come to pick him up, looked guilty and helpless. Only one other person showed a bright smile the moment he saw Quinn.

"Quinn Europa?" The golden-haired girl bypassed Gawain and Kenneth, approaching Quinn and greeting him in a very familiar manner. Although she spoke in a questioning tone, her tone already confirmed Quinn's identity.

Quinn didn't reply, but just looked at Kenneth and Gawain.

Rarely, Kenneth, sitting in a wheelchair and clearly seriously injured, turned his head away with shame. "I had no choice. She signed a self-compulsion document with me, promising that she wouldn't hurt you. This isn't harming you."

Gao Wen lowered his head and muttered softly, "I want to contact them, but I don't have their phones."

Looking at his teacher and his eldest son, Quinn once again experienced the feeling of being tricked while playing games with his roommates during his college days. He didn't doubt the truth of what the two said, and he could understand why Kenneth would suddenly show concern for him for the first time.

This isn't because he suddenly had a change of heart and realized he should treat his disciples better; it's clearly because he felt guilty after doing something wrong.

“You could have just told me what was on your mind.” Quinn sighed, looking at his cheap teacher who wouldn’t look him in the eye. “It’s not like I wouldn’t come over.”

"Well... because the terms and conditions in the signed essay contest are too complicated for me to..."